Lyrics:
vir die moffies met guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou (Hallo)
Eksie, eksie
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
Krueger imp'n on shoulders putting the lights out
Open eyes up no you can't sleep tonight y'all
They stealing dreams and will have your souls by
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
i been in the house all night
i don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
man send this to em
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
George on my blow shit
My boy's in a SVR, but he stole it
I flew past with my wap, told him hold it
Man keep talkin' my name, they keep trollin'
When
calling in to see how youre doing man, letting you know that I miss you and shit and this summer was fuckin awesome, fuckin going to perkins n shit hugnover
fait de moi c'que j'suis
Je n'enfante plus des albums, je crée des masterpieces
À l'heure qu'il est, j'ai l'impression qu'il y a d'autres mondes
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got
and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone
She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
completed?
Affirmative, permission to terminate
Permission granted
Bring it on
Fuck Limp Bizkit, man, Jesus
"Ooh, I can put a Z in my name, I'm bad
I'm
Hold up! Everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man if ya people locked up
You need to stay down wit'cha folks! (Stay down wit'em
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
you see,
Times like these ---- gets Written into family Histories
Stacks of Records out in the Trash
George Jones
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
a be, they go
Repeat Chorus
N.O.R.E. wants to see a churning now
All my ladies in the club turn around
Make it hot on fire of blow
Bring it up by doin'
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
to forty, type to make the hustle hustle for me
I'm the man on the poster, smooth as I roll like a coaster
Take the wrong move to have a man put his hand by
brother Demond on my receiver
He say where them new songs at, we need ya
(Ahki, where you been at man?)
Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody
[Juelz Santana]
Yeah
y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh)
Come on
It's that nine eleven music right here man
We in the building man
Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had
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